(hei's managed to find clothes of his own — the big man he managed to take down, whether before or after the interference of another trafficking victim, left little in the way of options once his friends scattered. so the oversized tank top that hangs off of scarred shoulders is all he's got and it'll do, even if it clashes with dirtied white slacks. for now.
his next challenge? figuring out where the hell to go and what to do with himself.
he doesn't gravitate toward the crowds, the food, or the shops that've managed to stay open to sell festival souvenirs, no, that'd be uncharacteristic and foolish of him as drugged as he is. an alley is far better suited to his needs and he's turning down the first one he can manage to dart into unseen, shrouded only in the light of the digital lanterns hanging high in the sky that pours between buildings and through the glass of windows. it throws fractals where he steps, eyes black in the dimness, ears pricking at a quiet commotion to the end.
a collection of dumpsters, recycling and garbage. a man threatening another with something sharp. hei figures this is his best chance, two ahead of him and thousands behind — does he continue on and keep his head down? speak up with his intent to avoid the situation? take them both out before they can get a word in edgewise?)
Hey. (voice soft, it may be lost on jake with those earplugs... which is really too bad, intent to "help" falling flat.) Knock him out; he's going to call the cops.
(because now he just looks like a shadowy liability — a concerned citizen, maybe, unconcerned expression difficult to make out in the dark —, standing near the wall of the alley not a dozen metres from the mugging.)
B FOR BASIC
his next challenge? figuring out where the hell to go and what to do with himself.
he doesn't gravitate toward the crowds, the food, or the shops that've managed to stay open to sell festival souvenirs, no, that'd be uncharacteristic and foolish of him as drugged as he is. an alley is far better suited to his needs and he's turning down the first one he can manage to dart into unseen, shrouded only in the light of the digital lanterns hanging high in the sky that pours between buildings and through the glass of windows. it throws fractals where he steps, eyes black in the dimness, ears pricking at a quiet commotion to the end.
a collection of dumpsters, recycling and garbage. a man threatening another with something sharp. hei figures this is his best chance, two ahead of him and thousands behind — does he continue on and keep his head down? speak up with his intent to avoid the situation? take them both out before they can get a word in edgewise?)
Hey. (voice soft, it may be lost on jake with those earplugs... which is really too bad, intent to "help" falling flat.) Knock him out; he's going to call the cops.
(because now he just looks like a shadowy liability — a concerned citizen, maybe, unconcerned expression difficult to make out in the dark —, standing near the wall of the alley not a dozen metres from the mugging.)
Implant, back of the neck.